The About-As-Close-To-Emo-As-We´ll-Ever-Get Song

The About-As-Close-To-Emo-As-We´ll-Ever-Get Song

Propagandhi
(album: Potemkin City Limits)

i hid inside my room like a fucking coward and the past 18 months flashed before me in the last eight long hours. a little less than amazing: you finally got a rise out of me. so i laughed, i cried (well, i tried, but i laughed again). see? who the fuck needs a caricature to be their friend? it´s so fucking stupid. i´m just as scared and insecure as you (maybe even x2) and i wonder what you really thought of me. an intimate friend? a loud-mouthed jerk? or just a novelty? (and, hey, do you think i could sing this a little more out of key?) this is not an apology. it´s just therepy. because as we all know (and apparently), i don´t need anybody.